All these working, weary, drunken
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Rattled friends around me
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Shuffle, panic madly up and down the line
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Hopers, dopers, sober smokers
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Confounding everybody
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Treating everyone so kindly
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Except themselves sometimes
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Weathers-beaters, losin' cheatin'
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Singin' taller stories
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Satisfaction guaranteed if you hit the note tonight
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Morning coffee allegory
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Keep our engines running
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Loving somebody always truumps
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Those things we never tried
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Got a line and a pole
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And a dry fishing hole
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And I start to pack it in
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But then I think of you my friends
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Sleepers, weepers, faithless leapers
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Up to ten, 12 inch speakers
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Send them in to Karl, they'll need an overhaul
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Tin Pan Alley, Rand McNally,
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Read my fortune Long Tall Sally
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We might have missed a beat
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But we all made it to the ball
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Making something out of nothing
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Heart a pounding, stomach rumbling
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Everyone I meet, everywhere I go
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Hackers, slackers, sixteen trackers
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Someone pass the telecaster
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If you've got to ask
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There's a chance you'll never know
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A house in town
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where only ghosts can be found
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And I think of moving in
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'Til I think of you my friends
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Paper pushers, talent brokers
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No they're not all thieves and hookers
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Out of luck, out of work, but never out of dreams
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Where art thou Romeo?
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We'd even take a cameo
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Point us to the station
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Put us on the train
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I've jumped into the ring
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Where Mr. Lonely is king
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And he's about to do me in
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'Til I think of you my friends
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That's when I think of you my friends
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When I Think Of You My Friends
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Greg Trooper |